“Oh, I thought they called that College.”
“Yes, sir, they do,” said Pen, smiling; “but it is only a preparation place.”
“Yes, for the sons of gentlemen making ready for the army?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And how come you to be a private in his Majesty’s Rifle-Regiment?”
Pen was silent.
“Speak out, comrade,” put in Punch. “There ain’t nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Silence, sir!” cried the officer. “Let your comrade speak for himself.” Then turning to Pen, “Your comrade says there was nothing to be ashamed of.”
“There is not, sir,” said Pen gravely.
“Well, then, keep nothing back.”